Breakin free
by Strive!!!

they think that they know me, but from my Deen they hold me.
they say that they're my homies, but they're just here to stoke me.
i feel like i wasted my youth, wasted the times that i was just ignorant to,
now i feel confused not knowing what to do.
feel like the boundries i wasnt suppose to cross i did,
and that i just kept onto the hate i had as a kid.
but as i look in the mirror, at the person i'd become,
was it the person that i wanted to be? people call me all sorts, junkie, druggie,
the one that smokes coke. was this the person i wanted to be,
spending the rest of my years smoking dope?
i sit on the dark and damp steps, and each of my tears represents each regret.
represents the time i wasted, and for the goals in life i didnt set.
and now i'm frightend of the concequence, and what in the hereafter i'l get.
had high dreams,as a simple man does. wanted a fam, a wife two kids and a home full of love.
now those dreams seem like just a hallucination,and i jus think this life is the realisation that i aint here to live forever,
and if i did have a wife what would i give her?
no job, no money in my pocket, but the only thing thats keeping me going is the faith that i aim to streghthen.
the deen that i wana keep strong.
so i feel that this maybe a start to cut this ignorant life apart. got the courage i need to stop smoking the dope,
stopping myself from being the the guy that i see,
and become the rightious that i wanted to be,
as for so long i kept him hidden within me, and now i'm gonna break free.
 

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